  It is Monday morning,  and my mind is filled with a thousand regrets. nbsp;  There was so much I wanted to have happen,
 and almost none of it did.
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 Will I ever again have the pleasure of feeling his lips on mine,  of his body pressing me against the wall?
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 For all our talk,  our teasing,  our flirting,  all I have to show for the time spent with him is two hugs.
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 Two hugs,  and memories of the man who makes me weak,
 makes my blood run like fire,  makes me think of leaving everything behind just to be with him.
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 It was just like old times.
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 It is painfully obvious that the desire is still there,  burning strong after nearly two years apart.
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 And yet at the same time,  I had fun with him,  laughed with him.
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 There is something about him that makes me feel like I'm 18 again,
 like anything and everything is possible.
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 I guess I can't complain.
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 I was lucky enough to have almost an hour alone with him,  just to sit and talk.
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 And,  I did get those two hugs.
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 Lord how I've missed him.
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 This will be the difficult part,  getting back to life without him,  for another whole year.
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 I will try harder next time to spend more time with him.
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